I lack words,
when my eyes are shut
and my ears are sealed
and a hum of a metro
or a toy train rattling off
in distance; in and through the
ragged entrances of black boulders
cut into neat arches
dispersed among the pines and the spruces
Disappearing and appearing
synchronous with my warm chest
kept warm by the many layers of clothings
that adorns my fragile body.
My body trembles
shivers at the sight of it’s sound
Now, running through the green grass
leaving footprints,making darker shades of green portraits
brushed away by the evening wind.
The sound of a ceiling fan
the sound of an alarm clock
the thumpings on the door and the walls
mellowing into a scream of unisex cry.
I stood at the balcony
staring at the blue sky
the rumblings now far less evident
freezing in the cold wind; my ears getting warmer,
It had passed.